37. 10th February 2025. Oh yeah, this...

 This is how easy it is for the blogging/journaling (probably the latter, for if you don't tell the world that you're mumbling into a void, does the void really exist). 

Another lovely weekend. Matty down in the Midlands from Saturday lunch to Sunday afternoon, visiting H. Tom came round Sunday afternoon to pick up headphones and speaker that he'd ordered from Amazon to be delivered here as he doesn't trust his current home. 

And in between, Liverpool took a much changed team to Plymouth and got what they deserved from the game. Embarrassing really, there was enough on the field to beat the bottom team in the Championship, but we didn't. TV kept talking about the fact that Plymouth were beating the top team in the premier league. They weren't, they were beating the top club in the champions league, that team will never play again. On that showing, much of the starting line up won't be at the club for much longer. Probably an over reaction. 

Today? Finish the Beryl Marsden two pager, start the script process for Derby Days. Might as well, since it's probably on sale tomorrow or Wednesday. 

Coffee with Mandy at lunchtime in the Bluecoat. 1pm agreed, so 12.24 train. Leave here at ten past 12. Only writing that now so that it embeds in my mind. Still need to write it in my diary.

Bed at 11.30 last night. Wide awake bastard wake at 2. Came down watched the last two minutes of the Super Bowl, didn't garner much information from the on field lack of events in the bit I saw. Went back to bed before 3, tossed and turned till 6. Up at 8 to start work, part of the new regime. 8am each morning, up and active, lots to do. 

Feeling energised. 

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